Wispy strands of her straw-blonde hair catch in the cutting wind and wrap across Hanna's face. She turns to release them again…

In the heat of summer every kid in town heads down to the swimming hole. What draws them? The gentle cool waters of the creek, or something else, something flowing in their veins…

From August 1980 to Feb 1981 I hitchhiked around the US, covering thousands of miles and climbing into who knows how many stranger’s cars, trucks and hippy vans. I recommend hitching as a way of getting to know the guts of a country. People are generous, compassionate and hungry for ‘the new’, but then, this can happen…

Blue tobacco smoke floats dreamily around me, up the stairs and out into the street like money from a wallet.